Things I will Preserve

There are things that I want to protect. Like the oxidised carbon,
like your mouth and my ferocious voice.
My earth shaped body: heaven resist into my temple mind,
like your inundate doses of love prayers to me.
Your sun-kissed pavements, mosaic dreams.
Your vintage lullaby’s while I am a mess.
The sunsets that we adored while we clicked our moist tongues
There are things I want to count time and again.
The hush oceanic fingerprints you carved onto my bosom
The silence that we sank into, the eruptions of sordid lust and galaxies revolving
If I had a red box, I will preserve your words, pictures, stained teacups,
the old mahogany chair on which we did crosswords together
That old whiskey smelling blankets I hid
after you were gone,
I want to count it again and again.
Your white shirts piling on my navel,
like a tropical meadow of white roses
The cold layers of evening when I drank and danced
You kissed me like a newborn baby’s skin,
My abhorrence divided right here,
Till my skin melted, aroused and melted again in yours,
I will count that further and further.

” inundate doses of love prayers to me.
Your sun kissed pavements, mosaic dreams”- and it was at this point in the poem we were all blown the fuck away with imagery lol.
well penned.
adored sunsets with clicking moist tongues…splendid.
“Your white shirts piling on my naval”- you just rolled me up in a carpet and threw me in the east river…never to be seen again.
well turned lines,excellent content and style.

This is seductive💘.Again you used a chemical word oxidised carbon…I think you love chemistry and body chemistry.My earth shaped body..This is different you simply would have said round or sphere..but you didn’t. The lullaby when you are mess is very nice line ,and ” clicked our moist tongues” this is routine expression for love and Romance.But the word CLICK is only used when tow thingy perfectly fit into each others,so it makes more deep and amazing. The white shirt on naval comparing with white roses is 👌.” The hush oceanic finger prints…on bosom” wow..damn hot.You are almost playing with readers heart strings. And finishing was soo godd..melted and aroused and again melted in you,as two rest on their bodies for cuddling or for taking rest.This is so satisfying and soo fulfilling.YOU are amazing devika.I don’t know how your brain works everyday.Every day you come with new words and new images.

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A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times.
Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied.
My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others.
Curator of Olive Skins.